earth.

Your friend,

JO BILL.

CHAPTER XXI.

MOLLY BROWN'S ORCHARD HOME.

"Ter think er my Molly Baby back here in Kaintucky, a wedded wife with a
live husband er her own! Who'd a thought it? It seems jes' a spell sence
she were so teency she had to clim' on a soap box to reach up ter de
dough tray ter pinch off a lil piece er yeas' dough ter make her play
rolls wif, so she an' that there Kent could have a party in de ole apple
tree they called ther carstle. An' now de carstle done blowed down an'
in a twinklin' of de eye, most fo' dis ole nigger could tun 'round, here
is a sho nuf house whar de carstle stood an' my lil baby chile is
mistress here wif a dough tray an' bis'it board er her own, an' now,"
and here Aunt Mary paused to give one of her inimitable chuckles, "she
don' have ter stretch up none ter reach de table but has to ben' over
right smart in de tother d'rection."

"Don't you think our bungalow is lovely?" asked Molly, who looked very
pretty in her cap and apron as she bent over her own biscuit board
cutting out tiny biscuit, the kind that Edwin liked best, ready to bake
for breakfast.

"Yes, chile, it is a fittin' home for the likes of you; but fer the
land's sake, don' call it no sich a name as that there! It makes me
think er hants. It soun's too like bugger-boo ter me. Jes' call it house
or home, but not dat scarey name what you and yo' teacher roll out so
keerless like."

"All right, Aunt Mary, if you don't like bungalow, 'my teacher' and I
will stop calling it that."

Molly popped the biscuit into the oven, put the sliced bacon on the
griddle, tested her coffee to see if it had percolated sufficiently, got
the butter and cream out of the refrigerator, cracked ice to put in the
cantaloupe, and made a pitcher of ice water before it was time to turn
the bacon.

"Sakes alive, chile, how you kin tun aroun'! That there Ca'line would a
bin a hour doin' what you done 'complished in a few minutes."

Just then Professor Green came into the kitchen, hunting Molly, whom he
could not let out of his sight for very long.

"Well, Aunt Mary, I am so glad to see you," and he shook hands with the
old woman. "My wife tells me that you are to spend the day with us, also
that your granddaughter, Kizzie, is coming to cook for us. Just look at
my wife, Aunt Mary, isn't she the most beautiful wife in all the world?"

He proceeded to embrace Molly, dish towel, coffee pot and all. Molly put